The Boss somehow got word that they were holding me for ransom. Tracked me right to the spot, leading me to think his nose is better than I thought.
Just like R. the IInd, I was, held by these terrorists, but Boss came, distracted them, and whisked me out the front door.
We got out of there in a splendid squeal of tires on the pavement.
I am a bit drowsy, but no worse for the wear.
A dog has to be on guard. They may think to sneak up behind me at any time.
Mothers, be sure to instruct your puppies not to talk to suspicious looking humans, especially those from Animal Control, but not to forget the leash bearers. I should render that Leash Bearers because They are all over the place, just waiting for their opportunity.
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